✬Title: Viking Thunder ✬ ✬Author: Emmanuelle de Maupassant ✬

✬Release Date: June 9th, 2017 ✬

When the Northmen’s ship is brought ashore in a storm, Elswyth
is faced with the prowess of Eirik: a giant of a man who lets nothing stand in
his way. Elswyth struggles to remain independent, but cannot deny her
sexual attraction and, ultimately, the satisfaction she finds in Eirik’s bed.Can Eirik offer her more, and what dark secrets await Elswyth,
if she returns with the Northmen to their distant lands?

I saw the power of his body. His
head almost touching the cross beam of the ceiling, his shoulders double the
width of most men. His abdomen was hard, muscled. Most striking of all, his
upper body was thickly patterned in dark blue-green patterns, interlocking,
covering all his arms, as if he wore sleeves upon his skin. Designs stretched
across his upper chest, and continued up his neck.

I’d never seen such a thing, such a man.

He smiled to see me look, and his cock gave a small leap. When he laughed, it was not as before, to command the
approval of a crowd, but because the amusement was his.

Faline wasted no time. With a
toss of her head, she stripped herself and climbed into my bed, pulling the soft
furs to her neck. There was malice and mischief in her defiance.

Outside, the thunder rolled
closer and, when Eirik spoke, it was as if his voice were a continuance of its
resonance.

“Here.”

I was drawn to the strength of
him, to the force of his body and the power that I knew was his.

Once close enough, his fingers pulled
at the laces of my costume, dexterous, despite their size. One by one, the
garments dropped, or were pulled over my head.

I shivered in my nakedness,
feeling the touch of his eyes upon me, their roaming of my skin, and the
nearness of his body.

My husband had been a perfunctory
lover, interested only in his own satisfaction, and as likely as not to give me
a clout about the head as he entered me. Moreover, his bedding was a quick
matter, over almost as soon as it had begun.

My grandmother had told me that I
must be patient. Love would grow with time and, with it, pleasure, but it had
not.

I’d loved a dog we kept from a
puppy, and the lambs I’d raised one spring, when their mother had abandoned
them. I’d felt more for those animals than I had for any man.

I’d heard the girls talk of the
boys they liked best: the urgency of their kisses, of their own responding
desire. I’d felt nothing similar for a man: not for my husband most certainly.

As for this Northman, his
arrogance was insufferable. Yet, I burned for him.

He knelt, pressing his mouth
first to one breast and then the other, taking not only my nipple but the whole
orb into his mouth. His warm tongue worked with his teeth, to pull and tease,
sending a spasm through my cunt. His hands grasped my buttocks and I felt a
rush of desire. His warriors had raped and killed and stolen, and yet I could
think only of my need to feel him inside me.

And then he was lifting me in his
arms, to lay me upon the bed, pushing my legs apart. His cock loomed above, and
his balls, large and heavy. The muscles of my sex contracted in anticipation. I’d quite forgotten about Faline,
but felt now her hands upon my shoulders, pulling me further up the bed. I
struggled, indignant, but she pinned me at the upper arms, placing her weight
upon me.

Faline’s legs were open behind my
head, so that I smelt the fish-sourness of her.

She exchanged a look with Eirik,
one of knowing, of encouragement. Whether I liked it or not, she was to be the
third in my bed and take her share.

I’d expected Eirik to push
himself into me, to begin the fucking he must intend. I knew the sex act well
enough. Instead, he raised my hips to his waiting mouth.

I’d never felt a man’s tongue
inside me. I would have twisted away, but that he held me tight. His laughter
hummed against my sex, and then he ran his tongue through my slit, finding the
nub I would press when I lay quietly at night.

I sighed in longing, wrapping my
legs about his head, drawing him down further. His tongue gave me more pleasure
than my husband’s member had ever done.

What a
strange thing for a man to do, I thought. For what enjoyment is there in this for him?

But enjoyment there must have
been, for his mouth ate me as ravenously as the wolf will take a goose, feathers
and all. And I, the goose, was only too willing to be devoured.

When he raised his face, I caught
a glimpse of something darker: the desire to pursue his lust.

Keeping my hips raised to him, he
aligned his cock to my gaping wetness, holding me firm beneath my buttocks. I
felt the first nudge of his swollen head, and then he entered, as smooth and
easy as a knife through freshly set butter.

I looked up and saw Faline
watching Eirik, watching the long thrusts, each of which brought a responding
moan from me, from the new voice which was growing inside, stoked by the fuel
of this man’s body.

Emmanuelle tells us, “This is my first foray into Viking territory and
I can’t begin to tell you how much fun it was. There are two things that turn
me aflutter: one is brains (I’ve had a thing about clever old Sherlock since
watching Basil Rathbone in the original black and white films); the other is
pure physical brawn.

There is something in me that responds, at the basest animal level, to
physical, overpowering strength – the sort that comes from wielding an axe in
battle. I want the throw down!

It was an utter joy to write my own Viking, Eirik. Of course, this
being a romance, I’ve given him other qualities besides brute strength. My
heroine discovers that he’s not only a magnificent (and inventive) lover but is
loyal to his men, and proud of his warrior heritage.

‘Viking Thunder’ is a story of sexual awakening, independence and
identity.

What else can I say? It features a whole lot of Vikings, and some
volcanic-level sex!”

Emmanuelle writes the glitteringly erotic, the Gothic, the
comedic and the wry. Tales to enchant, delight and disturb. She lives
with her husband (maker of tea and fruit cake) and her little haggis pudding
terrier (connoisseur of bacon treats and squeaky toys).
Authors inspiring her writing include Fay Weldon, Angela
Carter, Sarah Waters, Michel Faber, AS Byatt, and Donna Tartt.

Her ‘Cautionary Tales’ are inspired by the dark superstitions
of Russia and Eastern Slavonic Europe.

Sophia Bennett heard it all her life. Smart, sweet, and shy, she
hesitated to voice her ideas and opinions in fear of hearing that dreaded word,
“Don’t be stupid, Sophia.”

She became introverted, quiet. Talking to people became a struggle she
fought to control. She turned into a woman she never thought she’d be.

Seen but never heard.

Appearance became everything.

Nox

Rough
around the edges Lennox Hogan is knee dip in shit – literally. Building
a garden for his mother with his younger brothers, when the most beautiful
creature he’s ever seen stops by to visit their mother for their weekly book
chat.

A
fake smile and sad eyes draw him in.

Her
intoxicating innocence has him obsessed with the need to know everything about
her.

An unknown
threat has them questioning everything about her life.

Lennox soon
makes it his mission to convince her to give him One Chance, but will she after
her world crumbles before her?

“God damn that was beautiful,” he murmured as their gazes clashed together. His eyes full of heat and need. Without thought, she realized they were swaying back and forth as if in tune to a song only they could hear. By the time he’d stopped moving their bodies side to side, he had her in his bed. The implication was clear.

Or so she thought.

“You’ll sleep in here,” he paused until she fixed her eyes on him, “with me.” He must have seen the stricken look in her stare. “We aren’t going to do anything but sleep, Soph. That was phenomenal.” His gaze roamed her body. “We’ll go slow from now on. I just can’t have you in my house and not in my bed. It’s not possible.”

It was oddly sweet.

“Okay,” she managed to say through a tight throat.

His smile was worth all of her nerves, lighting up his entire face. Producing the sexy dimple in his one cheek she had lusted over before.

Relaxing in the bed, she had expected him to go around to the other side. She was wrong. He scooted in right behind her, wrapping his entire frame around hers. She was cocooned in his muscles, encased in his legs, melting into his embrace.

She felt…

Home.

Amazon bestselling author of The Protectors Series and The Possessed Series.

I’m never quite sure what to say here.

So here goes…

I’m a Canadian girl through and through, I love the mountains, yet I hate the snow. The summer here gets HAWT and I wish it was year round.

I swear like a sailor, don’t do frilly girly things. BUT I love when my husband treats me like a queen.

I take photos for fun, and write to breathe. I love to be as creative as I can, when I can.

These are some of my favorite things about me. Do you wanna know the best part of me?

My family.

My mom and Grandma have supported me through every bad decision, and cheated on the good ones. They’re strong woman who I look up to!

My husband, Steven, Scuba Steve, we’ve been together since I was 17, had our first baby, Savannah, when I was 18, and were married when I was 19. 3 boys, Chase Liam & JD, and 12 years later our family is complete.

Without their constant support (And sometimes badgering) I don’t think I would be the woman I am today.

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“You can call me Hunter. I’m the man that took your
wife Lisa and I’m also the man that will be taking things from you and your
friends. I will be taking everything you care about and watching as your life
and anyone else’s life you are involved in falls to the ground.”

I couldn’t help but grind my teeth. Hearing him
threaten my friends and family ignited a fire in me and I couldn’t stop what
came out next, “Listen here you piece of shit. I’m going to take great pride in
bringing you down. I don’t care if its dead or alive, I will find you and I
will end you. You will not touch another one of the people I care about.”

Hunter as he calls himself starts to laugh, “Oh but I
already have Shane but maybe you should ask Macy where I am right now because I
think it may interest you very much.”

I turned fast to look at Macy, she has her head down
and was still typing furiously. She suddenly stopped, she looked like she had
seen a ghost.

“He is outside Dawson’s house Shane!”

The voice on the phone began to laugh again, “You
can’t be everywhere and you can’t be anywhere. See you soon Shane.” With that
the call ended.

Macy was already on her phone relaying the information
to Dawson, I could hear Dawson’s voice raise and that’s when I looked at the
time, Sam would just be stepping out to walk Alyssa to preschool. The school
was at the end of their block and Sam walked everyday to get there.

I quickly hit dial on Sam’s name from my contacts. It
rang… “Come on Sam pick up” I could hear Macy behind me scrambling to get
dressed, I took a cue from her and grabbed whatever was closest to me and threw
it on.

“Hi Shane, what a…” I heard Sam’s voice, I don’t let her
finish her sentence, “Sam you need to get in doors now! You need to be off the
street.”

I could hear her telling Alyssa to hurry up. Then I
could hear it the sound of an engine revving to life. “Sam move, move now!”

I heard Alyssa scream and then the phone went dead.

Allie is 33 year old
mother of 3. She was born and raised in the Central interior of British
Columbia, Canada. She enjoys life in the outdoors and when she isn’t writing
she is out working on her farm.

She has been a book nerd
at heart and always loved the escape of a good book. From Jane Austin to
Stephen King she loves them all. She welcomes all her fans to come join her on
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✿Title: Deny Me✿

✿Author: Fiona Cole✿

✿Release Date: Nov 21, 2016✿

My best friend’s brother and the person who could make an Olympic sport of ignoring my relentless teasing and taunting.

I was a live-in-the-moment girl flirting with a man who always looked to the future. He was traditional, carrying the weight of his whole family on his broad shoulders, and I had been taught to never fall in love, focusing on my career instead of a future with anyone.

He tried to deny me, tried to deny the passion simmering between us, bubbling under the surface of every game we played.

But all that changed during one week in Jamaica. Falling into bed with Jameson was easy, but falling in love was out of the question.

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I flung the curtain open and stepped out, staring down at my breasts as I cupped them, pretending I didn’t see Jameson at all. “Lu, what do you think of my breasts in this bra? Do they look perky enough?”

I looked up, gasping in shock at seeing Jameson. “Oh, no,” I said, lifting my hand to caress the skin of my chest. “Jameson, I didn’t know you were in here.” Luella was snorting, trying to hold in her laughter at my exaggerated show. “But while you’re here, why don’t I get your opinion?” I cupped my boobs again, lifting them for inspection. “Do they look perky enough in this bra?”

Finally taking a moment to meet his eyes, I prepared myself for a look of embarrassed shock. Instead, I was greeted with overwhelming heat. If his eyes could reach out and touch me, they would have singed my skin. The smile slipped from my lips and I swallowed, trying to wet my dry mouth.

His eyes scanned all the way down to my pumps and back up to the breasts I lifted for his inspection. A lifetime seemed to pass as his stare stroked a fire across my skin. My breath stuttered out between my lips at the way he took me in. It threw me off and I was struggling to collect myself.

“Like what you see, Jameson?” Lu asked, laughter filling her voice.

His eyes blinked a few times, pulling himself from the trance. Looking between us, he seemed to make a decision. Standing tall, I prepared myself for whatever he would throw my way.

He focused his eyes on me and let them slide up my body again. But this time was different, it was an intentional ogling that shocked me. Jameson never stared at me like that. I would catch him every once in a while, checking me out, but never so openly ogling my body.

When he dropped the bag at Lu’s feet and started taking steps toward me, a fluttering kicked up in my chest. But I set my jaw and held his stare. Whatever his plan was, I would win.

Nothing could have prepared me for when he squatted down and hoisted me up over his shoulder. I let out a loud yelp and braced my hands on his firm ass. As he began walking with me still over his shoulder, I beat at his back and demanded, “Put me down, Jameson King!” His response was to slap my ass and keep walking. “Luella, help me!”

That traitor only laughed.

“Jameson, put me down!”

“Fine,” he said calmly, dropping me to the floor.

A victorious smile formed on my lips until I saw he had brought me into the fitting room. He winked before turning back to Luella, who was still laughing in her chair, and said, “Ignore the moan of pleasure coming from in here. It’s just me fucking Evie.” Her smile falling was the last thing I saw before the curtain closed and he turned to me.

My back hit the mirror as I backed away from him.

“Jameson,” I tried to reason. “Don’t you-”

My words were cut off as he covered my mouth with his hand, only letting muffled groans escape. “Oh yeah, Evie. Rub all over my dick. That’s a good girl.”

My eyes were going to pop out of my head from shock hearing Jameson talk dirty to me with his sister right outside. My body just leaned against the glass as I stared into his cocky eyes. They held victory because he had the upper hand and knew it. How was I losing?

I had reached out to grab his crotch when the curtain was ripped back and Lu’s eyes flicked from me to him, her lip curled in disgust. “Fucking gross, Jameson.”

Tossing his head back, he let out a deep laugh and removed his hand from my mouth. “Maybe that’ll teach you guys to stop playing with me.” He edged out of the small enclosure, kissing Lu on the head on his way out. “See you later, baby sister.” He gave me a wink before turning to walk out of the gold room, tossing over his shoulder, “Enjoy your dress shopping.”

✿Where You Can Find Me – Released Nov 2015✿

Luella King has experienced loss all her life. After losing her parents and the most important person in her life, she hesitates to open up to anyone and instead plays it safe. One night, she throws caution to the wind and gives into her desires with a sexy stranger.

Fearing her sudden and unexpected loss of control, Luella runs away from him. A chance second encounter pushes her to open her eyes and give the stranger a chance.

There’s something about Jack MacCabe that makes her feel safe enough to lower her guard. Despite how busy he is with his job as a security specialist, they continue to spend more time together and with each date and late night message she finds herself falling in love.

When a serial killer wreaks havoc on their city, Jack’s dangerously close proximity to the case reignites Luella’s fears of losing someone important to her. Surrendering her fears in order to keep Jack by her side challenges Luella to her limits, while Jack is under pressure to catch the serial killer before it’s too late.

As Jack and Luella draw closer to one another, the killer closes in on their next victim. Soon Jack and Luella find themselves entrenched in a mystery they never saw coming.

**Warning: This book may contain minor triggers due to sensitive topics.

Fiona Cole is a military wife and a stay at home mom with a degree in Biology and Chemistry. As much as she loved science she decided to postpone her career to stay at home with her two little girls and immersed herself in the world of books until finally deciding to write her own.

After recovering from amnesia, domestic violence, and the death of her abusive husband, Ava Emerson finally put her past behind her, and moved forward to an unforeseen future.

When Xander Jamison went to Savannah, Georgia, he had given up on life and love. His plan was to accept his death sentence and die with dignity. That was until he met Ava Emerson.

But when Xander reveals to Ava that he’s dying of brain cancer, Ava’s life is shattered once again.

Can Xander find a treatment or a cure in time?

Will fate step in and leave Ava devastated and alone? Will her lifelong friend Chase be there to pick up the pieces, once again?

Can Chase finally reveal his true feelings for Ava, or does he continue to keep them from her and move on without her?

♥♥♥♥♥ This is book 2 in an all new series, The Forgotten Trilogy by Brenda Kennedy, and is not meant to be read as a stand – alone. Book 1 is available for download *FREE* on all major platforms and does end in a cliff – hanger. Book 2 also ends in a cliff – hanger. Book 3 is tentatively scheduled for release December 2016, and will be the final book in the series.

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✿Author: Kelley Harvey✿

✿Amazon (Paid In Kindle Store) Top 100 Best Selling Author✿

✿Genre: Contemporary Romance✿

✿Available 9/29/16✿

✿Secrets I Keep✿

✿Book Blurb✿

I moved to Texas for a fresh start, at least that’s what I tell people. No one gets the whole truth. Hell, I don’t let anyone close enough to even ask.

Until him.

Jax is a born heart-breaker with a killer smile. When I get injured, I try to keep him at crutch’s length, but he’s always there. He helps me with my little sister Sophie as he sweeps me off my feet, even though I do my best to resist his charm. But he can’t fool me. No one does anything without expecting something in return. And I don’t want to owe anyone, especially Jax.

Besides, I’m not the only one hiding something from my past. If Jax isn’t who he says he is, it’ll endanger more than my heart. I learned long ago not to trust anyone, and he’s no exception. Not that it matters…Jax would never understand the SECRETS I KEEP.

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✿About Kelley Harvey✿

Kelley is a bestselling author of mega-steamy, panty-melting romances that feature passionate heroines, sexy heroes, and all the adorable, sexy, and clumsy misadventures that lead to love. While some stories may have darker threads, hope always prevails.

Kelley is also the mother of two beautiful girls. She lives in North Central Texas with her youngest. Her eldest lives nearby and recently had her first child. Kelley lovingly calls her beautiful granddaughter Cupcake. Kelley enjoys reading YA and NA, although on occasion she gets caught reading other genres. Writing is her full time career. Though it’s hard work, it’s also a dream come true. Her characters knock on the door of her heart and constantly poke their heads out the windows of her imagination. She hopes you connect with them as deeply as she does.

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✿Genre:Contemporary Romance✿

✿Release Date: September 6, 2016✿

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Alexa Stevens doesn’t do commitment. The ex-model turned personal trainer and gym owner lives a jet-set life. With all the exciting adventures to have in this world—especially of the masculine variety—why get tied down?

Keeping it light suits Graham Ryan just fine—especially since mixing business with pleasure is bound to cause complications he doesn’t need.

When her old flame Adam Gadsby arrives in town to win her heart, suddenly Alexa’s take on long-term love starts to shift. Graham sees her drifting away and wonders if he doesn’t want more. Adam knows what he wants — if only he can convince Alexa she wants the same.

For Alexa, the question is: how do you know who’s the one? With two men chasing her, can she make the right choice before it’s too late?

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